The truth became so near.
Vision, which once was so occluded;
now my sight
seems so clear.
The road i walk on moans with pain
as i take these steps down Memory's
dark and ruined lane.
And clouds of ash rain down despair.
The silence speaks eloquently of destruction;
The telltale scars are everywhere.
But now i stare in disbelief
from my seat, the blackened throne of remembrance
No structure left standing, no thing uncorrupted with grief
Can i
carry on? Behind me, i hear (symmetry!/cemetery) doors crack open...
Carrion, the ones that prey on the dying pull unto me.
Kardion... the center of all i am shaped to something else
Kardion: an empire made from the ashes of myself)
The truth derailed by fear.
Vision, once in terror secluded;
now i fight
to get clear.
And though i shiver i am warm
the fires of desolation a comfort
on this ruined form.
All things within view
have been painted with a palette
drained of life
And though i turn to walk away
i cannot escape
that which is carried inside
So should i
carry on? Behind me, i hear (symmetry!/cemetery) doors crack open...
Carrion, the ones that prey on the dying pull unto me.
Kardion... the center of all i am shaped to something else
Kardion: an empire made from the ashes of myself)
But i still
carry on, though hope is dead inside me and life is foreign
Carrion, the ones that feed on the dead find a home within me.
Kardion... the center of all i am shaped to something else
Kardion: an empire made from the ashes of myself